Lord Brett Sinclair: [as the burly bodyguard enters] Did you ring for room service?
Danny Wilde: Not me.
Lord Brett Sinclair: [smiling as he notices the mysterious robed young blond girl, then addressing her] May I say that uninvited visitors have never been more...
[wants to extend a greeting to her, but he is halted by the big man]
Lord Brett Sinclair: ... welcome.
Danny Wilde: [to her] It's lucky you showed up.
Danny Wilde: We would have killed him.
Princess Alexandra: [regarding them coolly, then speaking out imperiously] I wish to identify you.
[extending her hand]
Princess Alexandra: Your passport.
Danny Wilde: All right.
[surreptitiously to Brett]
Danny Wilde: Do you have your passport?
Lord Brett Sinclair: Yes.
Danny Wilde: Give it to her.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Okay.
[hands it over]
Danny Wilde: [as Brett hands his passport to the bodyguard] Thank you.
[profusely bowing his head]
Danny Wilde: Oh, she's the Immigration Department. Personalized service.
Princess Alexandra: You are Lord Sinclair.
[Danny gushes appreciatively for his sake]
Princess Alexandra: Thank you for coming.
[whole demeanor changing, as Danny curtsies, and she comes down the stairs, and kisses them both on their cheeks]
Princess Alexandra: I am yours to command.
Danny Wilde: We? What do you mean, we? You don't have the time, you got a secret message to come to Switzerland, not me. I'm here for the winter sports, whoever she may be.